Dear Diary,
Sorry I haven't been writing in you the past few days. I couldn't find you for a while, then you turned up on my desk. I blame Pastry Head. Not much has been going on, so there's not much to write about anyway.
God, I'm talking to you like a person, what the heck?
Seychelles asked if I wanted coffee the other day..... She also asked if I wanted to see a chick flick with her.... HELL YEAH!!!!! I feel so goddamned girly right now....
The Notebook was pretty good though, no regrets. Just don't tell any of the other Nordics or they'd tease me relentlessly.
I made a list of nicknames/insults for Denmark:
Pineapple Hair
Lego Head
Pastry Brain
Stupid Pastry
Dumb Dane
Queer Beer
If he ever becomes friends with Romano, we're screwed
Don't let him go drinking with Gilbert and Alfred
Meth-ias
The little MerDane
Just idiot in general
Come at me, bruh.
-Iceland, out
((Sorry if it seems a little OOC. I tried my hardest, and for 11:00 that's pretty darn good to me. ))
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Iceland's Diary |IceSey|
FanfictionIcey gave me his diary and let me post it here. I hope you enjoy. (Read; hehe, Poland helped me steal it.)
